Falling Out Of Love
Your gaze locked on your phone’s hypnotic gleam,
A silent world between us, just a fading dream.
Once I used to be your muse, our love a whispered fantasy,
Now just a ghost, unseen, unheard, a forgotten memory.
Your eyes, once filled with fire, now flicker and they stray,
Fixed on a distant point, a world beyond my gaze.
Your touch, a fleeting echo of a passion long since flown,
A practiced gesture, checking a box, a love unknown.
The song we used to share, now a discordant melody,
A garden that once flourished, now a haunted harmony.
The photos in the frame, their colors start to bleed,
A love that’s fading fast, a forgotten, promised seed.
Was it ever love, this flickering, dying light?
Or just a borrowed flame, consumed by endless night?
Fairytales we clung to, now shattered on the floor,
Leaving doubt and ashes where passion bloomed before.
We walk away, two strangers with a shared past,
A love lost in translation, a question that won’t last:
Can true love ever falter? Can a fire truly die?
Or was ours a flickering ember, a fabricated lie?
-Vedha Singh
